Page 86 of Strictly Against Policy

He slowed his hips to lean down and give me a kiss. “Tight,” he rasped against my lips.

Although I wasn’t used to the way his girthy dick stretched me out, it felt good. The mild pain of having sex for the first time was slowly dissipating and I was certain it was because of all the years I’d spent fingering myself.

“Jonathan, more please,” I pleaded. I placed my hands over his chest and abdomen, feeling how rigid and tense his body was. He was clearly holding back in fear of causing me any pain. “It feels good.”

His expression steeled as he slid another inch further into me. I whined at the wider stretch. The pace of his thrusts were even, steady, and still gentle despite the ragged, low groans he exhaled.

“Oh my God, yes. Like that,” I attempted to say.

My words slurred together and whether Jonathan understood me or not, he made no indication of it as he continued at the perfect tempo. I clung tightly onto my bed sheets; my climax was building deep in the lower pit of my stomach. I tightened with each thrust.

He gasped sharply. “Fuck, Lina. Don’t squeeze down on me like that,” he said. “You’re going to make me come.”

I shook my head. Words merely tumbling out of my mouth as I managed to say, “I’m going to⁠—”

The climax I assumed was still taking its time to intensify suddenly tore me in half as waves of pleasure gripped my sex and curled my toes. A raspy groan bellowed from him as Jonathan came too.

My sex convulsed and trembled under his touch as his hips continued to pummel into me in light, measured strokes. He thrust until we came down from our highs—softly milking our bodies until our climax plateaued and only sweat rolled off our skin.

My breath hitched when he finally pulled out of me. Light remnants of blood smeared on the condom. He sighed at the sight of it, reaching out to me. He grabbed my chin and his lips gingerly pressed against my temple.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“It’s okay.” I kissed him back. “It was bound to happen.”

He quickly tugged the used condom off and kissed me again. My stomach growled in protest before I could wrap my arms around him and lock him where I wanted him to be. With a laugh, he slid out of bed and pulled me to sit up.

“That’s my cue to clean you up, feed you, and put you back to sleep,” he smiled, kissing the back of my hand. “I’ll be back soon with a warm, damp washcloth.”

He walked out of my room as I yelled after him, “What’s the point of you cleaning me up when you’re just going to make a mess of me again?”

With quick and heavy footsteps, he came back with flushed cheeks. “You want a second round?”

“Yes.” I bit my bottom lip, shyly. “You’re really good at making me feel good.”

Jonathan threw his head back, closing his eyes. He groaned with a wet, noisy swallow. His brows furrowed into a deep divot, his dick stirring from its quick nap. His throat bobbed up and down. He exhaled a long and slow breath as he opened his eyes at a leisurely pace, looking directly at me.

“You should be careful, Miss Lee,” he crooned in a rasp. “Or you’ll have to suffer the consequences of your word choice.”

“Perhaps you should consider punishing me, sir,” I smirked. “At least I’ll earn another lesson then.”

His lips coiled into a mischievous smile. “That’ll have to be saved for another day, Darling,” he said.

“It’s another day at midnight.” I shrugged, looking at the digital clock I had on my nightstand. I gulped at how quick and large his length grew.

Jonathan spat in his hand, grabbed his shaft, and slicked back his saliva in a rough pump. Arousal began to pool between my legs again as his shaft thickened.

“How eager of you,” he breathed with twinkling, inky-black eyes, “to want my cock again.”

I placed my hands on my chest, flicking my nipples in tandem with the tight pump around his hard sex. I whined softly, “Yes, sir. I am.”

“Lay down for me, Lina.”

His defined pectoral and abdominal muscles glistened in a film of sweat. More of it poured in beads dripping down his jaw and neck to those glorious muscles. I followed his command as he laughed out loud. He walked back to the bed, his strides wide, as he pumped his hard length.

He climbed in between my legs and stayed there, slicking his hand over his sex with those wet, noisy, and loud pumps. I frowned and reached for him. I drew my thumbs over his nipples as his breath hitched.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me, sir?” I asked, pinching my brows and pouting with a feigned hurt expression. I pulled back my hands and slid them down to my soaked sex, playing with my now-throbbing clitoris. “I’m so wet for you, Professor. Why don’t you punish me like you promised just a moment ago?”